Three months after my death, my brother is hospitalized due to leukemia. That's when my family finally remembers me after kicking me out.

My sister, Ruby, texts me. "Caleb is sick, so get the hell back here for a bone marrow transplant. Mom and Dad will stop holding a grudge against you for stealing money."

Dad calls me a few times, but they go unanswered. He curses, "How dare she! She didn't even bother calling since we kicked her out a few months ago!"

Mom holds my brother, Caleb. Her gaze is full of heartache. "Jolene is an ingrate. She must be hiding because she doesn't want to save you. I'll find her, even if I have to scour the world!"

None of them care about me. They have no idea that I died on the night they kicked me out of the house. When they tossed me out, my head bumped into a stone hidden beneath the snow. The snow was particularly heavy that night. It kept falling and falling.

Later, when they finally start looking for me, they find my frozen body underneath the thick snow.

April 3rd, 2025. Sunny. The 93rd day after my death.

Floating in the air, I watched my parents talk to the doctor in the ward. Their conversation was too heavy, and their faces were weary.

"Mr. Newman, Mrs. Newman, your son's leukemia was detected in its mid-stage. It's critical that he undergo a bone marrow transplant as soon as possible. However, the hospital doesn't have a matching donor.

"Generally, family members have a higher compatibility and are safer for bone marrow transplant surgeries. You need to hurry and find a compatible donor.

"The earliest available surgery slot is on the 8th of next month. The procedure will cost 138 thousand dollars. We need the payment as soon as possible."

Once my parents left the hospital, they started arguing.

138 thousand dollars was a significant amount for our family. We had the money, but if it went to my younger brother, Caleb's medical bills, my older sister's private ballet lessons would have to stop.

My sister, Ruby, was the captain of the school's cheerleading squad. All the members had signed up for this training. If she didn't go, she'd be ridiculed by her teammates. That was something she wouldn't let happen.

I watched as Ruby shifted uncomfortably, then clung to Dad's arm with a pout. "Dad, I want to help Caleb, but if I make it to the national finals next month, The Royal Ballet Academy will offer me a spot!"

The Royal Ballet Academy was a top-tier college. If Ruby got into such a prestigious institution, Dad would definitely feel proud.

Dad's eyes lit up at her words. He hesitated as he glanced at Mom.

Dad favored Ruby because she was beautiful and great at sweet-talking. At school, she wasn't only the cheerleading captain but also an outstanding student with excellent grades.

Mom frowned. She was more partial to Caleb because he was her only son. Moreover, she had raised him on her own. He was cheerful, handsome, and good at understanding others.

Ruby quickly thought of a solution. After all, Caleb was the apple of the family's eye. Then her eyes brightened.

"Dad, Grandma left an education fund for Jolene. We could borrow some from her. She'd definitely agree."

"Right, I've forgotten about that ungrateful Jolene! Ruby, get her to come back. If she agrees to donate bone marrow to Caleb, I won't hold her stealing the money against her."

I had been drifting around my family for three months, and finally, they mentioned me.

Following Mom's instruction, Ruby quickly pulled out her phone, opened our chat, and typed a message. "If you're not dead, get back here. We'll be home by 6:00 pm, so have dinner ready!"

It was like a silent agreement had been made among them. They felt the problem was solved because I was the one being sacrificed.

I floated in the air, watching coldly.

Three months earlier, Mom had lost 300 dollars she'd planned to use to buy Caleb a basketball. The whole house had been turned upside down looking for it, but it was nowhere to be found.

Ruby had claimed she saw me sneaking out of Mom's room.

Already irritated by the chaos at home, Dad tossed me out without hesitation.

That night, there was no moon.

The fierce wind and blinding snow made it feel colder than any winter before. But what was colder still was my heart.

Thrown out into the night, my head hit a stone hidden beneath the snow, and I lost consciousness. When I woke up, my body had turned cold, and the thick snow had erased the traces.

No one thought to look for me.

They were inside, warming by the fire, enjoying their family time. Meanwhile, I lay frozen in the snow, wondering how long it would take before they noticed I was gone.

April 4th, 2025. Sunny. The 94th day after my death.

My family waited all night, but I never came home. Anxious, they started pacing inside the house.

"That ungrateful brat! She gets thrown out, and now she thinks she's tough? She won't even pick up the phone!" Dad yelled. His temper flared, and he smashed his phone onto the floor. It hit the wooden floor with a thud, leaving a big dent.

I flinched. If I had been there, it would've definitely hit me.

Mom started to panic. Caleb was still in the hospital waiting for both a marrow match and the money for his treatment. "Maybe she heard we want her to donate marrow to Caleb and decided to hide."

"Should we go to her school and look for her?" Ruby suggested.

This idea immediately united my parents. They wasted no time heading out in Dad's SUV.

"What kind of sister acts like this? Her brother's about to die, and she's hiding? I'll catch her at school and show her what happens when she pulls a stunt like this!"

…

Dad's SUV sped down the road. Mom was in the passenger seat, and Ruby was in the back, scrolling through her phone.

She posted a photo on Instagram with the caption, "Jolene, where are you? We're your family! Come home." The picture showed a pale Caleb lying in a hospital bed, with Ruby holding a bouquet of flowers.

The whole family was in the photo, and their faces were full of concern.

I hovered next to Ruby and peered at her phone. Ruby was a well-known influencer with hundreds of thousands of followers. Soon, her post was flooded with likes. Most comments were asking what had happened.

Ruby replied, "Our brother has leukemia and urgently needs a bone marrow transplant. I hope Jolene will come home and face this bravely."

Then, she deleted the comment.

The message spread like wildfire. Before long, the whole town was looking for the cowardly sister—me.

I read the furious and indignant comments on Ruby's phone with a sense of indifference. I actually wished they would find me.

I had never had the privilege of sitting in Dad's car before. The black leather seats looked so soft. I wanted to feel them, but my arm just passed right through.

Dad's SUV had four seats, but none of them were for me.

It was also the first time my parents had ever gone to my school. Usually, my grandma, Fiona Schneider, attended the parent-teacher meetings.

Dad thought I wasn't as pretty or as smart as Ruby. He even doubted I was his child because my face was round, and my eyes weren't big enough or beautiful enough. I was quiet and withdrawn as well.

As for Mom, it was worse. She had almost died giving birth to me. Every time she looked at me, it reminded her of that painful experience.

Soon, we arrived at the school.

The elderly security guard was dozing off when they knocked on the window. After a few knocks, he slowly opened his eyes.

"We're Jolene Newman's parents. Could you please open the gate?" Dad asked.

The guard eyed the three of them and frowned. He was irritated. The school had been closed for a while due to the snow. Besides…

"Jolene doesn't have parents. She only had her grandma, who passed away six months ago. If you want to lie, at least try pretending to be her uncle and aunt. That'd be more believable."

The guard was suspicious, as there had been a string of thefts around town. He wondered if these strangers were trying to sneak into the school to steal something.

"She cursed us, calling us dead? That wicked ingrate! I'm her mother! Get her out here now!" Mom immediately flew into a rage. My school was a boarding school, and she knew I usually stayed holed up in my dorm room.

"Then tell me. Which class is she in? Who's her homeroom teacher?" The guard hesitated when he saw her twisted expression and how serious she seemed. However, he stuck to his duty and decided to take down some information.

"Ruby, do you know which class she's in?" Mom asked.

Ruby replied, "How would I know? This place stinks! It's disgusting!" She pinched her nose, wishing she could retreat to the car and roll up the windows.

Their reaction didn't surprise me one bit.

I drifted out of the car. I'd spent 15 years in this village. Near the school was a livestock farm, which bustled with herds of cattle and sheep. The lush green pastures were dotted with all-natural fertilizer.

Before Grandma passed, I'd lived here with her, miles away from my parents. It was just the two of us, surviving together.

After school, I often helped tend to the livestock, earning a few bucks to scrape by.

Ruby and I didn't even attend the same school. She was enrolled in an elite private academy in the city, while I went to a small-town high school near Grandma's house.

My parents had never asked about my grades, my life, or how I managed out here. They'd never once set foot in this town.

The only time they came was for Grandma's funeral. Even then, they rushed through the ceremony. From then on, I was only allowed to visit the city during Christmas for a few days with them before being sent back.

To the people in this village, I was as good as an orphan. And honestly, they weren't wrong.

"Jolene Newman, come out! I know you're in there, you heartless brat! Caleb's dying, and instead of saving him, you're hiding? If you're going to hide, then don't bother coming out for the rest of your life!"

Mom was losing it. She grabbed the iron school gate and shook it so violently that the metallic clanging echoed across the small campus. The commotion quickly drew the attention of the few teachers and students still staying at the school.

It was long before the dean, Marissa Gutierrez, appeared.

"Oh, you're Jolene's parents? That's wonderful! She's an exceptional student! In fact, we just received her acceptance letter from Neilway College of Design!"

Ruby froze at the mention of Neilway College of Design. She felt as though the sky had come crashing down.

Exceptional? Acceptance? Jolene?

I stopped in midair, stunned. Neilway College of Design had been my dream college since I was a child.

I remembered how Grandma used to stitch clothes out of scraps of fabric. Her hands were so skilled. Torn rags were transformed into beautiful, wearable pieces under her care, just like magic.

Grandma had told me with a smile, "Jolene, if you make it to Neilway College of Design one day, you'll design the most beautiful clothes."

From that moment, I'd sworn to myself I would get into Neilway College of Design, the world's top fashion design school.

"Neilway College has even granted Jolene a scholarship of 100 thousand dollars per semester, and the government is awarding her a 200-thousand-dollar honor grant."

Ms. Gutierrez was practically in tears. In her decades-long career, she had never seen such an accomplished student from their tiny school.

I longed to open the acceptance letter myself, but I couldn't. I was dead. My hands couldn't touch a single thing.

All I could do was press my face close as Dad shakily unfolded the letter. The scarlet silk paper gleamed, embossed with golden lettering. Inside was a 3D pop-up of the college campus.

Suddenly, a droplet fell onto the paper, smudging the black ink.

Was it snowing again?

I glanced up, but the sky was clear. It wasn't snowing.

Dad's head hung low, and his shoulders trembled slightly. For a moment, I wondered if I was seeing things.

When Mom heard about the 100 thousand dollars scholarship and 200 thousand dollars in government support, her eyes lit up.

Caleb's 138-thousand-dollar medical bill could be covered.

"No wonder she's gone off the rails and refuses to come home. She must've gotten her hands on some money and doesn't want to save Caleb!"

"If she's not in school, could she be at…" Ruby hesitated, her eyes darting nervously.

"You know where Jolene is? Spit it out!" Dad snapped, grabbing Ruby by the shoulders.

His grip must have been iron-tight because Ruby winced, her face twisting in discomfort.

"During Grandma's funeral, I saw Jolene enter a motel with some fat man. Maybe she's there now."

Her words sent a shock through me.

How had she seen that?

"No! Don't go, Dad!" I shouted, but my voice didn't reach them.